Random Experts/Blurbs of Writing
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Thread Topic: Random Experts/Blurbs of Writing
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Will likely be related to my roleplay characters. I'll put warnings if any of them really need it.
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"Father of Lilith"
Trigger Warnings: Mention of rape and abuse. Suggested abortion. Foul language.
Renigold burst into the room, his pale face a bright red. He gripped his knees as he collapsed, gasping for breath. The men who had been playing poker set their cards down, looking over at him expectantly.
When he finally caught his breath, he stammered, "W-Winsor is back... with the princess." His head hung as he coughed, continuing to gasp for air. Leroy stood abruptly from his seat, his hands balled into fists. Beside him, his son stood as well, grabbing his arm.
"We should be careful," Crow said nervously. "We don't know what he's done, and what he could do to us if we act out against him."
Leroy yanked his arm away, stomping towards the door. "The carrot-headed b------ stole our toy. He'll get whatever piece of me I decide," the older growled. He threw the door open, walking through and leaving the rest of his men staring after him.
Leroy stalked through the narrow hallways of the hideout, walking past the many rooms that made up the building. He heard his name get called a couple of times. He ignored every call, finding himself starting to sprint as he got to the entrance. He could see a smaller crowd of his men covering the entryway, looking down at something on the ground.
Only, it wasn't something. It was someone. As Leroy shoved his way through the crowd, his eyes caught sight of a woman. She looked as if she had been tossed there, her hair covering much of her face. Old blood clung to the red strands, soiling its beauty. Her clothes were torn and burnt, just barely clinging to her body. All along the uncovered parts of her body were cuts, scrapes, bruises, burns, markings of all sorts. Likely the result of torture.
He wished he could say that he didn't recognize her. But he did. The small, dirty pair of cat ears that were atop her head were one of the clues that it was her. And the ragged tail that was missing bits of fur was another clue. Yes, it was Wendy. The stolen princess. His favorite toy.
As he surveyed the damage that had been done to her, a man knocked against the door, drawing his attention. He was well-dressed in a rather fancy suit that was probably worth more than this dingy building. His hair was red, like Wendy's, but it was more orange than anything. And his eyes... His fiery orange eyes were full of amusement.
"You ruined her," Leroy hissed as he knelt beside the woman. Winsor sneered at him, throwing his arms out in a gesture that could only be read as so what?
"I never promised that I wouldn't defile her. I just promised that I'd bring her back alive. Which, she is!" Winsor paused, then pretended to look shocked. "She might be dying, though."
"You a--hole!" Leroy reached for his side, his hands feeling for a gun. However, the holster was empty. He glanced to Winsor's hand, which had been curled around something. He realized that the object was none other than his gun.
Winsor, knowing that the raven-haired man had finally caught on, threw it to him. It landed on the ground with a loud clack. The onlookers jumped back, afraid of what the redhead would do to them if they stood too close.
"Here's the thing, Leroy. Until you become more of a man, and less like a child, I... Will keep stealing whatever I want. Whenever I want," Winsor hummed as he walked towards Wendy. He brought his foot up, slamming it into her side. She let out a soft groan, unable to push him away. "Keeping this girl here has made you weak. Either that, or your son is slowly making your group pathetic."
"Excuse me?" Leroy reached over and grabbed his gun, holding it tightly.
"You're excused." Winsor pulled his foot away, staring directly at Leroy. The raven felt as if his soul was being ripped apart. "What I'm saying here, old pal, is that you need to get yourself back in the game. The Wildings and Jade Vipers are climbing ahead. I'm not particularly scared of the Jades, but.. The Wildings? s---, man, who knows what they are?" He paused, rubbing his forehead. "Between Ivan, Omiteru, Zion, and Xerxes... I am avoiding them as much as possible. But you guys are a joke. The Carlottas are getting closer to finding where you are. You need to be ready to fight, Leroy."
Leroy glared at the man, silent. All of this information was hard to swallow. However, he knew all too well that he was right. The Forsaken was a steaming pile of garbage. If the kingdom's warriors did crack the code and find them, they'd be done for.
Before he could speak, Winsor piped up again. "I think the little cat is pregnant. Do me a favor and kill whatever pops out of her, yeah? My dad would kill me if he found out I let scum like her give birth to my children." He adjusted his tie, looking down at a watch around his wrist. Whistling, he raised his eyebrows and saluted Leroy. "I have business to attend. Don't fail me now, sport."
"Wait!" The raven scrambled to his feet, trying to stop him, but it was futile. The man was gone. Leroy looked down at Wendy, frowning to himself. He had a princess to take care of... And a baby to hide.
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